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The room was completely dark, with only a faint glow from the streetlights seeping through the gaps in the curtains.

He took a few deep breaths, then picked up his phone and glanced at it.

2:30 a.m.

Since receiving the inheritance, his mental state has far surpassed that of ordinary people, and he has an extremely high quality of sleep.

I almost never dream, let alone such a vivid... nightmare!

Something's not right!

He wiped the sweat from his forehead; his heart was still pounding.

In his dream, An Lan's helpless and desperate eyes were like a thorn piercing his heart.

He opened his phone and subconsciously tapped on his chat with An Lan.

The last message he sent was a few days ago, inquiring about her health.

She only replied with an "Mm".

Then, there was no further news.

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Lin Xuan's unease grew stronger.

Company rumors... unusual behavior on the phone... a sudden nightmare...

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Close your eyes and concentrate.

Sensing the mark of the Soul-Chasing Technique once again.

The point of light representing An Lan remained steadily in the western part of the city, inside the An family manor.

Although the light wasn't particularly bright, it was very steady, indicating that her life was not in any serious condition.

Lin Xuan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Subconsciously, he looked at the other two marks.

Those two men in black robes in the underground parking garage!

Immerse yourself in the sensations and sense them carefully.

This sight sent chills down his spine and sent a shiver down his spine!

When I was at the company in the afternoon, the two points of light were still in the south of the city and had hardly moved.

But now!

These two points of light are moving!

It is moving northwest at a steady pace!

The trajectory clearly points to Anjia Manor!

This...the target is An Lan!

"They're about to make their move again!"

Lin Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he was wide awake.

Thinking back to their bizarre methods last time, Lin Xuan felt a chill of fear.

Can Anjia really protect An Lan?

That's very risky!

Can't wait any longer.

Without any hesitation, Lin Xuan threw off the covers, jumped out of bed, and started getting dressed as quickly as possible. At the same time, he picked up his phone and dialed Wang Dali's number.

The phone rang five or six times before it was answered.

From the other end came Wang Dali's sleepy, groggy voice: "Brother Lin? It's the middle of the night..."

"We have a job!" Lin Xuan interrupted him, speaking urgently.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Immediately, Wang Dali's sleepiness vanished, and his voice suddenly rose, filled with excitement:

"A fight's brewing?!"

"Yes! And it's very dangerous. It's the same group that injured me last time, and I don't know if they have any backup plans. It's very dangerous!"

Lin Xuan repeated the word "danger" twice.

He wouldn't force Wang Dali to go if he didn't want to.

"Dry!"

But Wang Dali responded with only one crisp word, his excited voice almost coming through the phone.

"Now? Where!"

"Okay, I'll drive over to pick you up right away. Send me your location."

As he spoke, Lin Xuan grabbed his car keys and coat.

"Okay!!" Before the call was disconnected, the sound of someone getting dressed came from the other end.

Lin Xuan put on his coat and quietly walked downstairs and left.

During that time, he glanced at her and saw that Zhao Xueli had already fallen asleep.

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Inside a residential building near Qingyuan Bar.

Wang Dali quickly put on his easy-to-move sportswear and tightened his heavy, durable combat boots.

He stretched his neck, making a soft cracking sound.

His eyes were wide awake, filled only with the burning passion of excitement.

Open the door and go outside.

The living room was brightly lit and filled with smoke.

Wang Xiaoli and a few blond-haired guys were gathered around the TV, shouting and playing games, while the coffee table was piled high with beer cans and snack bags.

Seeing Wang Dali emerge fully armed, Wang Xiaoli was taken aback.

"Brother, what are you doing up so late? And dressed like that, are you going out to get into a fight?"

"Brother Dali! Who are you going to fight? We'll go with you!"

"Yeah, let's take them down!"

Upon hearing this, the group of blond-haired men all spoke up.

Wang Dali shook his head and said in a deep voice, "I'm going out to take care of some business. You, and the rest of you, better behave yourselves lately, understand?"

"I know, bro, how many times have you told me! Come back soon!" Wang Xiaoli nodded and waved.

Wang Dali didn't say much; he knew that no matter how much he said, the kid wouldn't listen.

He took a deep look, then turned and left the room, striding out.

The heavy security door closed, shutting out the noise from inside.

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A dozen minutes later.

A black sports car pulled up downstairs.

The night was deep, and the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow.

Wang Dali's burly figure was already standing by the roadside.

Seeing Lin Xuan's car headlights approaching, his eyes lit up, and he rushed over, rubbing his hands together.

As soon as Lin Xuan came to a stop, the passenger door was pulled open, and Lin Xuan felt the car shake.

Then he plopped down inside.

"Brother Lin, let's go!" He excitedly fastened his seatbelt.

Without wasting words, Lin Xuan floored the accelerator, and the car shot off.

The streets were deserted in the early morning. After Lin Xuan got on the elevated road, his speed increased rapidly.

Wang Dali leaned back in his chair, but his eyes shone with an alarming intensity:

"Tell me, who are you going to fight, and what makes you so powerful?"

Lin Xuan gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and gave a detailed account of the battle in the underground parking garage.

An invulnerable body, astonishing strength and speed, and a chilling aura...

When Lin Xuan spoke, his tone turned somewhat somber as he mentioned that he had barely managed to repel them using forbidden techniques:

"That guy took a punch from me, his chest is definitely caved in, but he can still run."

After listening, Wang Dali remained silent for a few seconds.

"This method..."

He rubbed his chin, as if he had remembered something.

"It sounds like the style of a certain school of thought from the South. If I'm not mistaken, you're not dealing with a human."

"Not human?"

Lin Xuan was taken aback and turned to look at him.

What does "not human" mean?

Could it be... a ghost?

Wang Dali nodded, his expression serious.

"I've heard my master mention some evil secret methods that are used to create human-shaped servants. The materials are all kinds of things, from mountains and rivers to plants, birds and beasts. They are made using special secret methods. Once created, they are controlled by their master's mind and have immense strength and no sense of pain."

He paused, looked at Lin Xuan, and said, slowly and deliberately:

"So, those two you encountered were most likely puppets, and behind them there must be a real manipulator... the true mastermind!"

Lin Xuan felt a chill run down his spine after hearing this.

Back then, when dealing with those two puppet slaves, I had to risk using forbidden techniques, and my meridians were almost completely destroyed!

If there's an even more powerful manipulator behind it all...

Tonight, the odds are against us!

Wang Dali showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he clenched his fist excitedly, causing the bone ring to crackle and pop.

"Don't worry, Brother Lin, with the two of us together, we're invincible! Hahahaha!"

Laughter echoed through the enclosed carriage, making the windows rattle.

Lin Xuan didn't laugh. After a few seconds of silence, he said in a low voice, "My injuries haven't healed yet. Tonight, saving lives is my priority. I won't fight head-on."